Lyrics of Tasnifeh Dele Divaneh Mohammad Reza Shajarian In English
My crazy heart becomes crazier , the ruins of my house become more desolate, I sigh that I burn the world, I sigh that I burn the world, I am a laborer, every garden whose palm trees are in the door, its bloody garden, the liver, it should not be plucked from the bottom and from the bottom, except for the rain of all the pearls and gems, without the abandonment of a thousand thoughts, I am always the poison of sorrow in the glass of my long, from the misfortune and the turning of the wheel of fortune and the sigh of the moaning. Im too late to sigh to burn the world from the sigh of Dylans whistle.
